got the blockhouse yet, nor are they likely to get it, unless they fire it in the dark.  Well, Sergeant, the Sarpent and I separated about ten miles down the river; for we thought it wisest not to come upon even a friendly camp without the usual caution.  What has become of Chingachgook I cannot say; though Mabel tells me he is not far off, and I make no question the noble-hearted Delaware is doing his duty, although he is not now visible to our eyes.  Mark my word, Sergeant, before this matter is over we shall hear of him at some critical time and that in a discreet and creditable manner.  Ah, the Sarpent is indeed a wise and virtuous chief! and any white man might covet his gifts, though his rifle is not quite as sure as Killdeer, it must be owned.  Well, as I came near the island I missed the smoke, and that put me on my guard; for I knew that the men of the 55th were not cunning enough to conceal that sign, notwithstanding all that has been told them of its danger.  This made me more careful, until I came in sight of this mockfisherman, as I’ve just told Mabel; and then the whole of their infernal arts was as plain before me as if I saw it on a map.  I need not tell you, Sergeant, that my first thoughts were of Mabel; and that, finding she was in the block, I came here, in order to live or die in her company.”

The father turned a gratified look upon his child; and Mabel felt a sinking of the heart that at such a moment she could not have thought possible, when she wished to believe all her concern centred in the situation of her parent.  As the latter held out his hand, she took it in her own and kissed it.  Then, kneeling at his side, she wept as if her heart would break.

“Mabel,” said he steadily, “the will of God must be done.  It is useless to attempt deceiving either you or myself; my time has come, and it is a consolation to me to die like a soldier.  Lundie will do me justice; for our good friend Pathfinder will tell him what has been done, and how all came to pass.  You do not forget our last conversation?”

“Nay, father, my time has probably come too,” exclaimed Mabel, who felt just then as if it would be a relief to die.  “I cannot hope to escape; and Pathfinder would do well to leave us, and return to the garrison with the sad news while he can.”

“Mabel Dunham,” said Pathfinder reproachfully, though he took her hand with kindness, “I have not desarved this.  I know I am wild, and uncouth, and ungainly —­ "

“Pathfinder!”

“Well, well, we’ll forget it; you did not mean it, you could not think it.  It is useless now to talk of escaping, for the Sergeant cannot be moved; and the blockhouse must be defended, cost what it will.  Maybe Lundie will get the tidings of our disaster, and send a party to raise the siege.”

“Pathfinder —­ Mabel!” said the Sergeant, who had been writhing with pain until the cold sweat stood on his forehead; “come both to my side.  You understand each other, I hope?”